humor

humor

When I´m depressed I feel like I´m stuck in a container where no one or nothing can reach me. Isolated, incapable of getting out, unable to let anyone or -thing in. Shitty place. Nothing can grow there. Except self-hatred and shame. What I do like about being depressed, though, is the weird sense of humor I get. Even though I said nothing can grow in the container, humor finds a way. That humor is heartfelt. The least likely thing can be funny. Anything can be funny. The idea of nothing can be funny. I don´t know. That´s funny.

Bird tracks – a small, fragile, strong living creature has been here, just before me. And it turned the other way.

Dying tulips: Owls

Other things:

Discovering the dust bunnies under the couch – I´ve actually created life while I was busy trying to keep everything together and my head above water.

Thinking «I wonder if my dress is stuck in my underwear, what if people are looking at my underwear».

Looking at the person sitting next to me on the subway, who just realized that the sub is leaving his station.

Being in the moment, 2 seconds after I slip in the snow, when I realize that I just flapped my arms like crazy, working my ass off to stay on my feet.

Going to the store to buy groceries, leaving with an orange and a lemon – because they looked pretty together.

Looking at three people jumping up and down in front of me at a concert.

When the ticket app on my phone fails during a ticket control.

Searching for «Fuck this shit» on youtube, getting Belle and Sebastian.